Before dementia takes over my gray matter. I want to create an online space, a virtual sanctuary, to enjoy my creations, a collection of artifacts.
I feel like I had this little room full of secrets, hidden but now I leave the door open, I have lost the keys, It’s okay.… this is about me. About me finding meaning in memories, realities and people that touch my life every day. I have learnt many lessons about realities that most of the time I cannot change. I am exploring the world as I sense it, a world without flags and conventions.
Associated thinking and pragmatism fuel my artwork, my themes navigate from the utopia of justice, the fragility of happiness to the rigor mortis of pain. I’ve been writing, painting and taking photos since I was a child looking to escape from a martial domestic life, to coexist with the brutality of war, to immerse myself in a web of infinite fantasies and to voluntarily become addicted of the sweetness of love.
Here where freedom, dreams, repressions, and nightmares collide; my own Bermuda Triangle of murky feelings, imprudent emotions, and awkward discoveries. No one can impeach me, I’m the only witness to my own life.